When tomorrow turns dark and ruthless, survival becomes a savage game, Thorn stands out as a cold expert in "problem determination." When raw strength fails, Thorn steps in to settle scores - for a price.

The realm of sport isn’t just about flashy players and slick moves - it’s a battleground crawling with predators. Behind every corner lurk violent gangs, mutants warped by the apocalypse, and scum that thrive on chaos. Figures cloaked in darkness prowl this broken world, blending menace with mystery.

From feral mutants to terrifying creatures lurking in shadows, danger is always just a breath away. This universe is soaked in violence, dripping with lust, and charged with an insatiable hunger to seize anything powerful enough to tip the scales. Here, sex and survival blur into a relentless chase for dominance.

Guide Thorn through a post-apocalyptic maze of latex-clad temptations, brutal fights, and twisted alliances. The quests aren’t just missions - they’re lessons in passion and survival, where every decision pushes you deeper into a gritty story of lust, betrayal, and raw power.

It’s time to make your mark in a savage future where strength and seduction rule all. Surrender to the wild pulse of this dystopian nightmare and carve your path through fire and flesh.

Fuck me sideways, this game caught me completely off guard. Started it thinking "oh great, another post-apocalypse survival thing" but holy shit the BDSM elements hit different when you're trying not to die from radiation poisoning. Your female protagonist crawls out of some bunker and immediately the wasteland wants to tie her up and do unspeakable things. Which honestly? Sometimes that's preferable to getting shot by raiders, but the game makes you choose between keeping your dignity or keeping your pulse. The survival mechanics are brutal too - you're constantly managing food, weapons, sanity, and apparently how many times you've been collared this week.

What really gets me is how the choice system works. You think you're making smart survival decisions but then BAM, suddenly you're in some raider camp's sex dungeon because you trusted the wrong NPC. The game doesn't hold your hand either - make one wrong turn and you're either dead or wish you were dead, depending on what kinks the local warlord is into. There's this whole reputation system where being too submissive makes certain encounters easier but locks you out of others, while being too dominant gets you killed faster than you can say "safe word." Actually wait, do safe words even exist in the apocalypse? Asking for a friend.

The CG scenes are surprisingly detailed for what looks like it was made in someone's basement. Some of the BDSM stuff gets pretty intense - we're talking full rope bondage, power exchange, the works. But it's not just mindless porn either, the survival aspect keeps you invested because every sexual encounter could literally be your last if you piss off the wrong faction. Plus the Fallout-style aesthetic works way better with kinky content than it has any right to. Who knew nuclear winter and leather harnesses went so well together?

Ellie is not the hero from the big studio game, but your brain keeps making that connection anyway, and the game knows it. It pokes at it in a cheap, dirty way. You are walking through this ruined world, everything fucked, buildings broken, corpses of society everywhere, and instead of going full survival horror, it slows down and asks how horny you can get when the world already ended. It feels wrong in a way that is kind of the point. She is skinny, she looks young, she talks like some brat who grew up on broken TikTok clips and old world stories, and your choices keep dragging her into sexual trouble or out of it. Sometimes the story pretends you are protecting her, other times you can push her into situations where protection is clearly not your priority. The game does not lecture you. It just sits there, showing you this girl with sc*** knees, cheap hoodie, hungry eyes, and lets you poke around her morals and clothes.

The visual novel format makes it all sharper and somehow more cruel. You tap, you read, you choose, you wait. In one scene you reach an old quarantine checkpoint where a couple of raiders turned the place into a porn dungeon. They trade food for favors, and the game gives you that fake “hero choice” moment. Do you walk away with her starving and pissed, or do you tell her to get on her knees and earn their rations. The writing does not hide what is going on. Cock in face, tears, humiliation, the whole hentai mess, but still in this pretend-serious post apocalypse frame. And then in the next scene you two sit by a fire, she tries to joke about it, you get a dialogue option to act like nothing happened, and it somehow hits harder than if the game tried to moralize. I liked that it lets the dirty stuff be dirty. At the same time, some dialogues feel written by someone who learned English from Pornhub comments and PlayStation subtitles, which is funny, then annoying, then funny again. There is one bit where an infected encounter turns into a weird tentacle-ish fantasy and the game treats it like just another bad day, and here I realized: ok, this is not about realism at all, it is just leaning on the parody of that famous story and ripping off all the emotional weight to feed your dick. In a strange way, it works. In another way, it is trash. I still bookmarked it.

The sky in 2059 is this ugly, sick orange, like somebody pissed on the sunset and never cleaned it. You play a guy who basically grew up in that shit, no nostalgia for the old world, no “remember when we had internet” crying. Just concrete bones of cities, blown-out highways, and horny, desperate survivors who learned pretty fast that a hard cock and a sharp weapon can both save your life, just in different ways. The whole thing is built around trying not to die while everyone around you is trying not to wear clothes. You wander through ruined malls that look like war museums, find half-melted billboards with smiling people from before, and then two minutes later you’re in a scav camp where some big-titted raider queen is laughing while she makes a guy strip naked in front of everyone because he lost a bet. She tells you to choose if you wanna join in humiliating him, help him, or just watch and jerk off behind a broken vending machine. And the fucked up part is that all three options feel valid.

What sells the game for me is how it mixes “oh shit I could die” with “oh shit I’m hard” in the same scene. Like you’ll be low on food, trading bullets for a place to sleep in an underground bunker, and the guy in charge says the only open bed is already taken by his sister. You expect some cliché, but she’s the one who looks you up and down, this tall woman with thighs like she squats cars, and asks if you have any “special talents.” You can brag about your combat skills, or you can say something like “I’m good with my hands.” That tiny choice flips everything. In one route she tests you in a training room soaked with blood and sweat, in another she just grabs your belt, shoves you against the wall, and makes you prove it with her tits bouncing in your face while her brother “guards the door” and politely pretends he doesn’t hear her moaning loud enough to wake the dead. It’s gross. It’s hot. It’s weirdly funny. And somehow you still care if your character survives the night and doesn’t bleed out later in some sewer tunnel full of feral mutants.

There’s this scene that stuck with me where you’re escorting a small group through a ruined overpass. Wind howling, chunks of car skeletons everywhere, that feeling that someone is watching. You can choose to sneak slow and careful, or move fast and loud to scare off scavengers. I picked fast, like an idiot. Snipers open fire, one of your companions gets her leg shot and you have to drag her into cover. She’s this smug, curvy trader who kept flirting with you earlier, joking she’d “pay in kind” if you helped her find a safe town. When the bullets stop and it’s just the sound of her breathing hard, she asks you to cut her pants open to check the wound. You kneel between her spread legs, knife in hand, and instead of panicking she starts teasing you, saying “You’re blushing more than I’m bleeding.” You get this choice: focus on first aid like a good little boy, or let the tension flip into something filthy right there behind a burned-out truck. If you go lewd, you’re literally eating her out while she winces and laughs, leg wrapped in a bloody bandage, telling you to go faster before someone spots you. It shouldn’t be sexy. It absolutely is. And somehow that moment changes how she talks to you later when you run out of supplies and she offers to “share body heat” in a cold storage room that’s definitely not cold anymore by the time you’re done. The game keeps doing that. Serious survival, then stupid horny, then a joke about pre-war porn nobody gets anymore, then someone’s brains explode on a wall. It’s messy, and that’s exactly why it works.